THE CLOSET MYSTIC

He was just a boy when he knew he was special. Different. That he wanted more.

That marked the beginning of his dark night.

How is it that when he found his inner light, things seemed to get darkest?

It was only when he found his torch that the tunnel walls were illuminated. Then could he see, in contrast with his light, the hopelessness of the seemingly infinite darkness that surrounded him.

He made his way through those tunnels for years, unaware that there was an outside world. Sometimes his torch went dark, and he would even forget that he was in a tunnel system. His mind would fill in the darkness with horrifying images, and then it was him against the twists and turns of the tunnel system that was his mind.

After many years, he finally found a pothole.

The Sun was pouring through.

EUREKA!, he shouted. He set up camp here. Worshipping the light. Learning from it. Sometimes, he’d catch glimpses of conversation from the people above passing by. Some became aware of him shouting for help, and would offer him their words of encouragement.

He brought other stragglers in the tunnel there, proving to them that the outside world existed.

Some believed. Some, though, thought that it was just a trick their mind was playing on them. They had known the tunnels for so long that they could not even momentarily entertain the idea of a world beyond.

The others became renewed in faith and enthusiasm, though, too, just like him.

Some were prone to embrace the light, while others were too attached to the darkness of the tunnel walls, too comfortable in the shadows, the surety of the solid concrete walls.

Not him. He knew he could escape, and he would do it, no matter what. And that pothole kept his faith on fire, burning with the heat of the Sun pouring through.

But, eventually, he realized that in order to escape the tunnel system, he had to carry on, for greater lights than what peeked through the pothole lay beyond….

“Break free from the trident!“

…were my true father’s words to me.

Break free from the TRY-dent…

There is no try, only do.

If All is Mind,

and if our world is Imaginary,

then should Creation not be effortless?

Should Creation not be as effortless as Imagination?

Imagination is effortless. One does not try to imagine. Imagination actually only happens in states of relaxation. One must be relaxed in order to imagine to the best of their ability.

Therefore, if the key to freedom lies in our imagination, is our key to freedom not, then, relaxation?

Is true freedom not the ability to create freely? Therefore, is true freedom not the ability to imagine freely?

‘Break free from the trident’ is a reminder that imagination is effortless. In order to break free from our shackles, we must imagine it to be so. We must imagine the reality we desire. How can one create without imagining? We must have a free imagination in order to create what we desire. God created in his IMAGE-ination. Imagination is our God-given and God-like ability.

You are imagining your shackles. Instead, imagine your freedom.

This process is effortless — like a Chinese finger trap, the moment we stop resisting, we will be free.

If you are imagining that you must try for something to be so, you are imagining limits upon yourself. To imagine the need to ‘try’ means to imagine that there is the possibility of failure.

This is why there is no try, and only do. To let go of the idea ‘try’ is to let go of the idea of limitations. And this is a realignment with truth, as the limit of our ability to create is equivalent to the limit of our ability to imagine: there is none.

Either create, or do not. Or, in other words, either imagine, or do not.

If imagination and creation are the same, and one does not need to try to imagine, then one does not need to try to create.

And if trying is counterproductive to imagination, then trying is counterproductive to creation.

Trying is then counterproductive to the manifestation of your ideal life. The very idea of needing to try has its foundations in the possibility of failure, in the idea of our limits, of which we have none. If you are caught up in trying to manifest your ideal life, then you are caught up in the idea and feeling that you cannot have it. Therefore, that is what will manifest!

The only way to escape the Chinese Finger Trap is to relax.

Do it.

SpongeBob Squarepants and Patrick Star should be your primary spiritual teachers.

Why?

To begin, watch this episode:

What we are taught here is the principle of Divine Nonchalance, which is not only complete trust but also complete knowing that everything that is needed will be provided to us.

It is also the principle of the Law of Attraction and Manifestation, or, in other words, As WithIN so WithOUT (what is outside will reflect what is inside, and vice versa).

They show us that vibrating abundance, and being it, attracts just that to you.

Abundance exists first in the heart, and then in the material. Create abundance in the Above — in your spirit — and then it will “fall from the sky” into the Below — physical reality.

Watch how Squidward operates as The Fool in this, serving as comedic relief. He has the mindset of lack, and attracts that. He represents the un-alchemized and un-realized self, which perpetuates its own suffering, and attracts it.

Meanwhile, SpongeBob and Patrick live in their own fucking fantasy land!

Yet, is it truly a fantasy land? If it were a fantasy land, would their supposed “fantastical thinking” materialize right in front of them?

They also teach us that, sometimes, we do MOST by doing NOTHING, and TRUSTING.

These magical beings ask the Magic Conch what to do to escape the forest.

They are told, DO NOTHING.

They do.

Then suddenly, infinite abundance literally falls from the heavens and blesses them with everything they need.

Even in situations that seem hopeless, in which we think we should be taking the most action, we benefit from just being.

SpongeBob and Patrick are excellent spiritual teachers!

When we stop trying, and instead embrace the heaven that exists within, it manifests.

SpongeBob and Patrick do not try. There is absolutely no resistance in what they are doing. There is no try, only do. Only being. It’s the easiest fucking thing on the planet, what they are doing. It is our natural state. This life teaches us that things have to be hard. They don’t. We are taught fear. It’s not real.

Do nothing, folks. Do nothing.

What defines a science? 

Oxford says that a science is “the systematic study of the structure and behaviour of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment.”

Many believe that we live in a purely linear, mechanistic universe. Therefore, something that is argued, is that a science must be linear, causal, and mechanistic. It must work like a machine; put in the value x, and you will get y. This is because those who believe that the universe abides by strict physical, mechanical laws, will choose sciences that reflect such a system. 

In other words, in a strictly linear universe, only strictly linear sciences are appropriate. If a science is a framework used to study and explain the universe, then it must reflect that universe. A non-linear science would not be used to explain a linear universe — a linear science would not be used to explain a non-linear universe. 

In a linear universe, a linear science would be appropriate. Conversely, in a non-linear universe, non-linear sciences would then be appropriate.

So, then, that begs the question: do we live in a purely linear, mechanistic universe? Can our universe be likened to a math equation, with strict order and logic?

The Hermetic axiom, As Above, So Below, says that the microcosm reflects the macrocosm. 

(I will add that this principle is not a “hippie-dippie” view. It is absolutely grounded in reality, and can be observed by anyone who cares to look. An obvious example of this principle: every child is a product of their parents. Anything created, will reflect the creator, from procreation to artistic creation.)

If As Above, So Below is true, then in studying the microcosm — we will focus on the human body — we can learn about the macrocosm — the universe. By studying the human brain and body, we can infer truths about the universe.

Splitting the brain into two basic hemispheres — the left, linear, causal, logical brain, and the right, non-linear, perhaps even non-causal, creative brain — we can say that our Universe has two aspects to it: the linear, and the non-linear. Because our brains do not work in a purely linear fashion, we can assume that the universe does not work in a purely linear fashion either. 

This leads us to another basic truth: that we live in a dualistic universe. The universe itself can always be reduced into two basic principles: masculine and feminine; light and dark; positive and negative; linear and non-linear. 

Because the human brain has two sides to it, it must be inferred that the universe also has two sides to it. What are these two sides? They can be called linearity, and non-linearity. 

This brings me to my point. How can we understand a dualistic universe with sciences that only use half of the story? In other words, in a universe with both yin and yang, we cannot use only yang to understand the entirety of the whole.

Mainstream science currently only has respect for the linear side of the universe. There is little representation for the non-linear aspect of life. As a matter of fact, it is met with mockery. The disrespect and disdain for the other side of the universe’s duality is, to me, a reflection of the masculine and feminine divide known as bigotry. The masculine side of life is the linear, logical side of life. This side of the duality believes it knows everything, and has a sense of superiority over the equally important non-linear reality. To rephrase what I said: mainstream science’s sneering at the non-linear sciences, including astrology, is a reflection of bigotry. The masculine (linear and logical, or mainstream science) has a disrespect for, and sense of superiority over, the feminine (non-linear and intuitive, such as astrology).

Moving forward from my previous point, and restating the whole, I will say that astrology’s value as a non-linear science is that if the universe were purely linear, we would need purely linear sciences; however, the universe is not exclusively linear, therefore, we do not need exclusively linear sciences.

What is Bigotry?

To begin, Love is opposite Hate —

Love is Union, things as One —

Hate is Separation, things Divided —

What causes Hate?

Fear causes Hate —

Hate is equivalent to Fear —

And, As Within, so Without —

So, with these things in mind, what then is bigotry?

Bigotry, is the specific divide of the Masculine against the Feminine.

Bigotry, then, is the specific FEAR of the Masculine against the Feminine.

The Masculine begins to fear the Feminine —

Why?

It fears the qualities of the Feminine —

It fears emotion, it fears vulnerability —

But it fears these qualities within themselves —

Men fear their OWN emotion, fear their OWN vulnerability, and therefore FEAR THEIR OWN FEMININE —

They fear it, so to protect themselves, they Hate it —

This is also called Toxic Masculinity —

And as withIN, so withOUT —

The way a man treats women, DIRECTLY reflects how he treats his OWN Feminine —

Men who are INternally separated from their own Feminine side, will be separated from the Feminine EXternally too —

These men may have girlfriends, and may have wives —

But they will not truly be connected to their partners.

Have compassion for the bigots, even in their hate —

They are the most emotionally starved —

Their hate and disrespect for the feminine,

Is only their hate and disrespect for themselves.

Men who were shamed for their own feminine side — for their own emotion, their own vulnerability — are the bigots.

They were TAUGHT to hate this core aspect of themselves —

And thus they were TAUGHT to hate this core aspect of others.

It is only because they hate THEMSELVES that they hate the other.

…All each of us needs is a little bit of warmth.

It’s okay to feel.

Your vulnerability is not weakness… it is beautiful.

As always, the only way to remedy Hate is with Love

Seeking from her the love that is mine to give myself

I seek from you 

What was mine

The gift had my name on it

But I could not accept it

I offer it to you

And I plead you

To give it back to me

Tell me I am worthy

Fight me

Argue with me

Convince me

The answer is simple, it is self-loathing. I do not feel like I am worthy of love. I seek the permission of others to give it to myself. The mistake was accepting their opinion in the first place. The mistake was believing I was ever not worthy.

But that is interpersonal love, is it not? We offer our hearts to others, and it is theirs to do what they wish with. And they are at liberty to infect us with their own diseases.

The point is — I hate myself. What does it mean to hate oneself? 

Well, what is hate?

Hate, is rejection. 

Love is union, and hate is rejected union. Hate is separation — love is conjunction. 

We can color this however else we’d like, with many different circumstances and situations, but this is the basic formula amongst each of them. 

So, then, what does it mean to hate oneself?

It means you, yourself, are fragmented into two. Broken. A piece of yourself asks for love, asks for union, but you are not willing to give it. Internal union is rejected.

You hate another aspect of yourself, for whatever reason. Maybe you fear it. Maybe it got you into trouble in the past. Maybe it feels too deeply. Maybe feeling itself is dangerous.

Maybe the others hated it. Maybe they ridiculed it. And that hurt, didn’t it? And you don’t like being hurt. So, you joined them. Rather than facing the pain of external schism, you let the disease in. Now you’re forever corrupted, mangled, cut in two, because the fear of being an outcast, outweighed the natural love you had for yourself.

So you cast this side of yourself into the corner. They sit there, head in their knees, in the shadows.

Every now and then, they come back out, asking for reconciliation. 

But the memory of what caused the schism in the first place keeps replaying. The fear hijacks your soul. You shout at them angrily, point your finger, spit flying, and get them back to the corner where they belong.

But the cycle does not end. Every time you bark them back into the corner, they get stronger. More persistent. They start to get angry too, and fight back.

How desperately are you willing to fight? Are you willing to die on this hill? Most do. 

Maybe sometimes, the other side wins. They get control back. And all of the pain they were forced to endure gushes out uncontrollably. Maybe that’s what insanity looks like.

How long will you go on like this? When will you learn to love yourself again?

Is there a cure for this disease? Can the crack be mended? 

Can the schism be closed, can the tear be sewed?

“How can you escape if you think you’re free?”

“If you think you’re free, then you can’t escape.”

“Let me tell you something, Mark.

“You humans — most of you — subscribe to this policy of an eye for an eye, of a life for a life, which is known throughout the universe for its stupidity. Even your Buddha and your Christ had very different ideas, and yet nobody’s paid much attention to them — not even your Buddhists, or your Christians.”

In the beginning, All was One.

Everything you know. Every single person, creature, object, or thing. 

Inside of this Oneness lied infinite potential. A single infinite spark, which had every single possibility, lying within.

Everything you’ve ever loved, everything you’ve ever hated. All your likes — all your dislikes. Everything you’ve ever known, and ever will know, all lying within this spark. The sum total of experience as we know it.

And then, the Oneness began to expand and divide itself. From one, came two. From two, a third. 

And so on…

Until eventually, it expanded itself infinitely into what we know.

…

Sounds like some woo-woo, hippie bullshit, right?

Silly you! I just explained the Big Bang Theory.

When kids are, ya know, kids, and these kids are, ya know, siblings, it’s quite common for them to, ya know, bicker. 

Without too much hyperbole, these kids — siblings — do not just bicker: many make it their personal goal to wreak as much havoc on the other sibling as possible each and every day. From dawn till dusk, it is war!

And even if it is not an intentional war that they embark on everyday, there are certainly at least many individual battles that blow up over petty reasons, very frequently. For example: I wanted the last chicken nugget from the platter, but you took it, therefore I will squeeze ketchup all over your hair. If there is no ketchup available, I will at least smack you over the head, and if I don’t draw blood, I will at least draw some tears! 

And then the adults, with the perspective of having grown through the same thing, look at these petty squabbles as “brotherly love” (or with whichever pronoun is appropriate). They understand the fighting to be normal — they are just growing up!

And surely, as they grow older, these same siblings, who used to be each other’s greatest tormentors — the very bane of each other’s existence — become best friends. It takes some longer than others, but eventually, their relationship evolves, and the love that binds them is unbreakable. 

…

Now, look at the hatred, war, and murder in this world. We look at it all, and we wonder… why? So much blood spilled, and lives torn apart, over what?

Instead of fighting each other for the last chicken nugget, we fight each other for the last drop of water, or for the last drop of oil, or for the last plot of land. Just like the siblings, we are at war with each other for things that, from a higher perspective, are small.

And yet, do we not simply need time to grow up, as siblings do, albeit on a larger scale?

Truthfully I tell you, the beings more advanced than us, look at us the same way as we look at young, bickering siblings. As parents would, they look at us, and they say, “They are learning; they are growing together.”

They understand that, as the siblings, once we “grow up,” we will become aware of the inseparable bond that ties us together. The coin will turn over, and what appeared as hate, will appear as love. Each one of us will be an irreplaceable part of each other’s heart, as happens with siblings once they grow up.

We bicker now, and wage war on each other every day… but we are just growing up.

To all of the suffering, hatred, and violence in the world, I look, and I say,

“Brotherly love.”